Meaningful Freestyle
• Written by WohSif
Verse
I've been stuck traversing this earth's surface
Feeling so useless and confused as shit
Tryin' to learn my higher purpose,
Is it god, is it songs, has it gone all wrong
Tryin' to find why i feel so worthless,
inside my mind the hurt has surfaced,
Tryin' to find out what real worth is,
Is it money, is it humour, is it dummies sayin rumours
Is it writing in cursive, or fighting and cursing,
Is it all just lighting the herb to nerf my nerves
In spite of this cursed hurt that is burning,
Left by the people's words that I have turned into
Verses to diverse to converse with,
I'm a worse person adverse with a curse just to blurt,
Don't mind me I'm used to being
Left in the dirt like a cigarette by the curb,
Even though when i weave a flow i seem so
Rigorous with the words,
Vigorous with the intervals and the verbs,
Rehearsed and reversed till the verse is merged,
Then i search for the firns to nourish,
Purchasin' drugs from thug merchants
'Cuz When I'm hurtin', the simple hugs just ain't workin'
so i need the nugs from the shrubs,
To find love for the bugs and the serpents,
I Need a remedy to service,
I Need a melody to refurbish,
I Need a clarity to see through this skewed purpose,
Whatever my worth is i know it's not worthless
I'ma take this table and turn it
Till I have a Label concerned with
being able to converse any fable,
Or purchase a damn table to write on,
the floor aligns my spine wrong
So i whine all night long while i write songs
just so my mind's not gone,
I wanna get to know you, but i don't have the soul to,
My goals are to hold true over these old tunes,
Sober, Weed or gold shrooms
I still fiend for a whole new
opportunity to mould what I've knew
into a new morality,
Screw reality, I've attuned to imagining
Just to escape this place that has captured me
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About the Artist
WohSif
Member since January 21 2016